Chapter 29: Biggest Transaction
Noah settled onto his rickety stool.
I've been slacking.
Between city exploration and impromptu slave liberations, he'd barely maintained regular business hours.
What kind of entrepreneur abandoned his shop for adventures?
What if customers come here and find the place closed? Who's going to reimburse me for those losses?
He crossed his arms and leaned back against the stone wall, feeling the cool surface through his shirt.
His shelves contained products that could change lives, yet here they were, sitting there on his shelves.
I really need to buy some kind of mattress. Or at least a comfortable chair.
The wooden stool felt like it was actively plotting against his spine. His eyelids grew heavy in the silent shop.
Just a quick rest. Maybe five minutes...
Sleep crept in like a familiar thief, stealing his consciousness one breath at a time.